Grandmaster Gao Wu

"What school did your son go to?" Qin Peng asked.

"He studied at the best Nanhe University in this province." The driver said.

"Oh, that's good. Which major did he study?" Qin Peng said.

It's okay anyway, Qin Peng decided to chat with the driver.

"He majored in accounting at the School of Management. He is sensible and has been working hard to enrich himself. Not only did he study for a double degree in school, but he also took the certification exam. Because of this, he spent a lot of money. Every month It costs more than 1 yuan for living expenses," the driver said.

Qin Peng was taken aback.

More than 1 living expenses?

That's really enough.

Even if you are studying for a double degree and preparing for the exam, it is impossible to spend so much, right?
"Master, your son spends a lot of money. According to me, the average monthly living expenses of Nanhe University students is 1500 yuan." Qin Peng said.

"I know, but my son is so sensible, I can't make him suffer, right? As long as I can support him to become a talent, I have nothing to say. I will give him as much as he wants. Anyway, he I didn't spend the money on other places, it was all spent on studying." The driver said.

Qin Peng shook his head.

He knows the virtues of today's college students.

After all, he had attended Nanhe University for half a semester.

Those college students who spend a lot of money are generally bastards who don't study hard.

A good student who really loves to study doesn't cost much at all!
The son of the master driver is definitely not a good bird!
"Master, what's your son's name?" Qin Peng asked calmly.

"Haha! His name is Zhao Jinkang. Why, are you also a college student?" The driver asked with a smile.

When he was talking to Qin Peng, his head was always turned back, and the car he was driving was still driving fast.

If such a weird scene is seen by other people, they must be scared to death.

But Qin Peng was very calm at the moment.

"Yes! I am also a college student, and I also study at the School of Management of Nanhe University." Qin Peng said.

Zhao Jinkang?
Qin Peng thought for a while, and felt that the name was a little familiar.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered, isn't this Zhao Jinkang that rice bug?The other party once regarded himself as a rival in love and had conflicts with him, so don't teach him a lesson.

Qin Peng sighed inwardly.

He felt a little sorry for Master Zhao, who had already made a ghost.

He worked so hard to make money to support his son to go to college, but does he really know what his son is?

"Oh! I didn't expect to meet my son's classmate! Do you know my son? Is my son very good in school?" Master Zhao rolled his eyes in surprise and smiled strangely at Qin Peng.

Qin Peng found that the other party's eyes had blood flowing out.

"Master, Nanhe University is very big, and there are many students in the School of Management. I really don't know your son." Qin Peng said.

"Oh! Then go back and inquire carefully. My son is so good, why don't you know? I guess you are not a good student." Master Zhao said.

"Yes, I'm not a good student!" Qin Peng smiled and said, "Master Zhao, is your son asking you for money again recently?"

"Yes, he said he was going to attend a very expensive training course, and the training fee would cost 1 yuan. It really worried me to death. Where can I find so much money in a short time?" Master Zhao said.

Qin Peng shook his head.

This unfilial son.

This is his old father who is desperately squeezing him!

Maybe this master Zhao died because of an accident because of his desperate efforts to make money?

After dying, he became a ghost, and he was still thinking about earning living expenses for his son.

Poor father.

Forget it, let's not tell him the true face of his son.

It is estimated that he would not believe it.

Moreover, death is the most important thing, so let him feel at ease, and don't die in peace.

Qin Peng glanced at the phone, and he found that the destination was getting closer.

"Master, didn't you say that you want to put me at the intersection of Xinliu Road and Zhongnan Road? It's almost there, so you can stop by the side of the road and put me down," Qin Peng said.

"Oh, it's okay, why don't I send you to the door, I had a good chat with you." Master Zhao said.

"No need. It's better to follow the agreement in advance." Qin Peng said.

"Okay, then I will stop here. Sir, I still want to thank you! I have been waiting for two nights, just waiting for your job." Master Zhao said.

The car stopped near the side of the road.

Qin Peng got out of the car.

He took a look and saw the tall chimney of the funeral home not far away.

It is really quite empty here, there are almost no people and cars, and it is extremely deserted.

Of course, it was midnight now.

After Qin Peng got out of the car, that master Zhao turned around and walked back.

Qin Peng crossed the road and headed towards his destination.

The destination was indeed the village near the funeral parlor.

After crossing the road, Qin Peng specifically searched for a very fast local news app.

After this search, Qin Peng found such news: On the evening of July 7, near the Dongfang Hotel on Jiangshan Road, a taxi driver surnamed Zhao died suddenly.

Qin Peng shook his head.

Isn't that where he rides?

Poor Master Zhao, even though he died for his son, he did not forget to work hard to make money for his son.

It was probably the cause of the sudden death. Maybe Master Zhao himself didn't realize that he was dead.

It's no wonder he couldn't wait to live.

Qin Peng followed the navigation guide and walked to a paper-making shop on the side of the road.

The destination seems to be here.

What Qin Peng didn't expect was that the paper making shop was still open at this time.

The lights were dim.

The door was ajar.

Qin Peng shook his head, he thought to himself, is it here?
This is too weird, right?

He hesitated.

However, he soon saw the taxi he had been in, the taxi driven by the female driver, parked on the side of the road.

That's right.

Qin Peng walked directly to the door of the paper-making shop.

He opened the door and walked in.

The lights were on in the house.

But the lights were dim.

The store is not too big, it is estimated to be about [-] square meters.

The shop is full of all kinds of paperwork.

Near the door, there is a deck chair.

An old man with white beard and hair was lying on the chair.

By visual estimation, the age of this old man must be over 80, right?

The old man was lying on the chair and sleeping soundly, still snoring.

Qin Pengxin said, isn't this also a ghost?

He had just met a ghost taxi, and now at the door of this funeral home, entering such a weird paper-making shop that was still open in the middle of the night, it was inevitable that he would be suspicious.

"uncle!"

Qin Peng called out.

The old man ignored him and was still snoring.

This sleep is really sweet.

"Master! Wake up!" Qin Peng couldn't help but reached out and patted the old man.

The old man woke up suddenly.

"What's the matter?" The old man looked at Qin Peng warily.

"What's the matter, is your upstairs a hotel or something?" Qin Peng asked.

"There is no hotel, the upstairs is my warehouse, and my family also lives upstairs, why do you ask?" The old man looked at Qin Peng with interest.

"A friend of mine sent me a location. It's right here with you. My friend is probably upstairs." Qin Peng said.

"Oh, what you said, I remembered it. My daughter did bring back a man today. He was drunk and went upstairs. I can't control my daughter anymore. I have no choice but to follow suit She's gone." The old man said helplessly.

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and have a look." Qin Peng said.

"Go, go! The stairs are behind." The old man said with a smile.

"Thank you uncle!"

After Qin Peng finished speaking, he walked towards the back of the shop.

There is a partition between the back of the store and the front.

There were no lights behind, it was pitch black.

Qin Peng turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.

He turned to the back of the partition, and saw a pitch-black jumbo placed there.

Seeing it suddenly, Qin Peng was really taken aback.

And the stairs are next to Shouzai.

Qin Peng shook his head, and he walked towards the stairs.

The old man with white beard and hair sneakily stared at Qin Peng as he went upstairs, showing a strange smile.

Qin Peng naturally didn't see it.

Qin Peng stepped on the stairs to go upstairs.

He found that the stairs were made of wood, apparently a little decayed, and creaked under his feet.

He was a little worried that he would fall off.

special!
What the hell is this place?

Qin Peng shook his head depressedly.

When he came upstairs, Qin Peng found that the upstairs was not very big, except for the small living room, there were two rooms in total.

Which room will Fang Bian be in?
Qin Peng was hesitating, should he send Fang Bian another WeChat message to ask him, a door opened, Fang Bian poked his head out, and waved to Qin Peng: "Here."

Qin Peng walked over.

Fang Bian opened the door and let Qin Peng walk in.

After entering the door, Qin Peng smelled a strong smell of Hu Sao.

This smell is a bit over the top.

"Brother, you came very quickly." Fang Bian said as he rubbed his messy hair.

Qin Peng saw that Fang Bian's face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was much more haggard than before.

He still has Qin Peng's face on his face.

"I heard that you are in trouble, of course I have to hurry over here." Qin Peng said.

"Hurry up, give me my face back." Fang Bian said.

"Do you think I like you bluffing in my face? I'll help you recover." Qin Peng said, stretched out his hand, kneaded Fang Bian's face for a long time, and then rubbed his face went back.

Qin Peng found that Fang Bian's face, which had returned to its original appearance, looked even older, my God!It's only been a few hours, and Fang Bian seems to have aged ten years.This is a little too scary, right?
"Brother, have you seen it? You have done me a bad job this time. I feel like I'm more than ten years old. This damned woman, what kind of sorcery is this? Didn't she suck all my essence? Am I dying like this?" Fang Bian said with a wry smile.